"Life's either a daring adventure or nothing." Helen Keller

Never a Dull Moment

The sad reality came shortly after nine o’clock this morning: Miss Q’s TV shows need to fade to black. The success I’d previously written about was fleeting. This morning after 25-minutes of Wonder Pets, Miss Q spent another 30-minutes wailing at my nightgown. So, fare-thee-well daytime TV, you were a good break, but not worth the headache.

One thought I had as to why Miss Q was frapping out this morning was her blood sugar was low. (She’d been nibbled on strawberries and a naked waffle but didn’t want anything else. Not even hot chocolate.) So at lunch I decided to pull out all the stops: chicken, Goldfish Crackers, red peppers, and mustard on the side. For kicks, I threw in a glass of Kool-Aid.

My ravenous child hummed while she ate off her new Cars placemat, and cheerfully asked for seconds.

At least I had one happy child.

Miss S, who’d been joyful all morning, was tired, hungry and snotty. She just wanted to be held, which when you’re cutting peppers, is virtually impossible. So, I placed her on the other side of the gate (that separates the kitchen from living area) and tried not to let my heart break at her wails as I chopped.

When I got to a point where I could pick her up without fear of knives, I did. She calmed down and started flapping her arms excitedly at the Goldfish bag.

I couldn’t remember when we’d fed Goldfish to Miss Q, but as Miss S is a master at chewing everything, I decided to check another food off her list.

The first Goldfish went down no problem. The second? Well, the second got stuck in her throat.

It was a partial obstruction. But she was unable to clear it no thanks to the phlegm from her cold and the awkwardness of a Goldfish cracker that broke before entering her windpipe.

Thankfully I was standing in front of her, when she turned red and started gagging, and was able to yank her out of her highchair in less than ten seconds.

The Goldfish cracker came out in bits and pieces as she coughed and sputtered. I didn’t get to do any back-blows as the act of flipping her upside down in my arms seemed to aid in any mucus and cracker sliding out.

Many wails later, Miss S is doing fine. Miss Q was unphased by the whole event, pausing mid-bite to ask if I was going to call Daddy.

So, obladi oblada life goes on; the girls are well and my First-Aid skills are still semi-in tact. Here’s hoping for even tempers and that my Rescue 9-1-1 skills are not utilized this afternoon at the petting zoo.

Me

I enjoy watching soccer in the rain. Most of our crafts involve glitter, finger paint or both. I am learning to eat my vegetables. And, whether in socks or bare feet, I absolutely hate stepping on Lego. Here I blog about life with my three little girls, husband and dog.